We just made our 9 pm reservation.  The hostess escorted us to a booth with a view of the courtyard and left the menus.  A perky young waitress came over immediately and asked for our drink orders.  He ordered a Stella beer and I asked for iced tea.  

We sat staring at the menu.  Philip’s hand appeared under mine and stroked my hand.  The waitress returned with our glasses, and asked what anniversary we were celebrating!  I giggled and stared at Philip, wondering what he’d say.  He smiled at me and answered, “We’re high school sweethearts. I just found her after 30-something years.”  She replied, “Oh!  I would have sworn you were married!  Where are you from?”  I replied, “Here,” and Philip said, “D.C., here on business.”  She shook her head in amazement and wandered off.  

I told him I was surprised he mentioned we were sweethearts.  He said, “I hope that didn’t embarrass you.” I said, “Oh, no… that was very sweet.”  He squeezed my hand.

We started with cups of the famous clam chowder with oyster crackers.  He tasted a spoonful, closed his eyes to savor it and got the most amazing smile on his face.  “That’s the stuff!” he declared.  He took another taste and declared, “This may be the best New England clam chowder I’ve ever had!”  I smiled and sipped my chowder. 

Next came the Mussels in garlic sauce and Crab dip with seafood chips.  I’m not a big fan of mussels, but I took one he offered and they were a garlicky delight!  We shared the dip and marveled at its smooth, rich taste.  

At last, the main dish arrived – two 2 lb baked stuffed lobsters with scallops and shrimp!  The waitress set down the platters with a flourish!  They were incredible!  Huge!  We took photos.  The waitress came back with smaller plates – a baked potato with chives & butter for him and rice pilaf for me.  We dug in, savoring the tender lobster meat, the buttery crumbs and the other seafood mixed in.  I’d tried lobster many ways before, but never been able to afford a baked stuffed lobster, so it was a very special treat.  We talked about amazing lobster meals we’d tried over the years.  I told him about a 2.5 pounder I’d tackled on Block Island that required a hammer to get to the claw meat!  We enjoyed it, but admitted it was a little dry and a regular boiled lobster with butter might have been a better choice!  But we each finished off the entire thing!

The drinks came quickly, and then a surprise.  The dessert was an unorthodox Boston cream pie that looked like tiramisu, with a heart of whipped cream piped around it!  I blushed and Philip chuckled.  The waitress shrugged and said the chef was impressed with the tale of our reunion.  We took photos and nibbled at the sweet treat, continuing our banter.  

He sighed, and pushed me away.  I half-expected him to say he didn’t want to right now.  

He strolled into my bedroom, stripping off his clothes.  I stood staring as his gorgeous body was revealed.  Once again, I was struck with wonder that I get to see his body, and then it hits me that I can touch him and every nerve in my body lights up!  

He sprawled across the foot of my bed on his back and grinned at me, looking down his body then back at me.  I marveled at the sight on him on my bed.  I know it’s considered tactless to mess around with someone in your own bed, but it seemed completely natural to see him there.  I had imagined it so many times! 

I suddenly realized I was supposed to move.  I tossed off my clothes and climbed up his body, kneeling between his legs and putting my mouth on the instep of his right foot, nibbling my way up his thigh.  I tried to remember what he had described wanting in our chats.  I blew on his skin, and he trembled.  I took him in my mouth, twisting him up and inside as deep I could, sucking gently.  He moaned softly.  I stroked his balls with my other hand.  He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me as I bobbed up and down.  He moaned again and whispered,  “This is a sight… amazing to watch a beautiful woman suck my cock.”  I grinned and sucked him further down my throat.  He started to roll his hips, rising up to fuck my mouth.  

I had every intention of taking him all the way with my mouth and hand, but he grabbed me, saying, “I can’t wait… have to be inside you,” and pressed me down on my stomach, pulled my ass up and pulled me onto his cock in one swift movement.  He pounded in and out of me while I gasped, moaned and clawed the covers.  I tried to take in every sensation, but it was so hot… so good, that I quickly stopped thinking and rode wave after wave of heat as my brain shut off and my body took over.  

“Damn, girl… you were made for me…so hot… so wet..so tight,” he murmured in awe, punctuating each word with another thrust.  I shifted back to get him deeper inside me.  I should have been telling him something, but my breathing was coming in little gasps my head thrashed back and forth, and no words were available.  I started shaking all over, and made a low sound… he held my hips and filled me, moaning and trembling himself.  We collapsed.  

We twisted around and he put his head on my pillow.  I put my head on his chest, listening to his heart pound, stroking his shoulder and down his arm.  We cuddled and talked about the rest of the evening.  I really wanted to skip dinner but he was intent on ending the lives of another pair of lobsters.  

He got up to go to the bathroom.  I watched him clean up… such a handsome man!  I dragged myself out of the bed and wrapped my arms around him from behind, looking at us in the mirror.  Our smiles could have brightened the city for a year!  He turned, swatted me on the ass and went to get dressed.  

I took my turn in the bathroom then put on my black bra and the special top with the dark blue velvet and gold coins, showing off a little cleavage.  I mechanically added underwear, knee highs, dark slacks and shoes, then went out to the living room, where Philip was talking to my cat again.  He whistled when he saw me and wrapped his arms around me, feeling the top as he rubbed my back.  

We bundled up and headed out for dinner.  

He hid behind a pole in the hotel parking area and peeked at me.  Big smile! I ran out to meet him.  Quick hug.  He let go quickly, aware that anyone could be watching.  We walked casually but quickly to my car inside the garage.  He asked if it was new?  Heh.  No.  He complained about the cold.  It was wicked cold outside.  We settled in to the car – me in the driver’s seat and him on the passenger side.  I offered to warm him up, and we collided for a deep kiss.  Oh… it always feels like where I belong!  We kissed for a long time, lips pressing desperately together, tongues dueling.  I moaned softly, rubbed one hand over his legs, and mussed his hair with the other.  He stroked my back and squeezed my breast.  He pulled away and said, “You better drive!” 

He told me stories about his adventures in the military.   I talked but I can’t remember about what.  

He pressed me against the wall of the elevator and kissed me!  We went in and I showed him the view.  He said it was spectacular.  I beamed.  He said even with all my descriptions, he had not expected the view.  

Hubby arrived and I introduced them.  They shook hands.  I had told Philip that Hubby was cool with us, but I got the feeling he didn’t believe it.  So Hubby had suggested a quick meet.  There was a magic moment out on the balcony with Hubby cuddled close on one side and Philip on the other, trying to keep me warm and chatting.  It was so bitterly cold, couldn’t stay out there long.  They went into Hubby’s office and I went to the bathroom to give them a few minutes alone.  We chatted some more, and I walked Hubby out into the hallway.  As I hugged him good-bye, he whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was gorgeous.  Have fun!”  

We went to the kitchen and he leaned against the sink.  I leaned against him.  We hugged and I marveled as usual about how well we fit together.  I rubbed his back and nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent, noting all the places our bodies were touching.  I could not wait anymore.  I kissed him.  He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I returned the favor, thinking of other parts of his body I’d like to have in my mouth.  He wrapped an arm around me, and used his other hand to guide my hand between his legs.  He was already solid as a rock.  I rubbed him outside his jeans, then unzipped his fly and worked my fingers inside his clothes to touch his most sensitive skin.  He closed his eyes, his head fell back and he let out a sexy growl as I stroked him.  He squeezed my ass and whispered, “Oh yeah, girl, this is…mmmm…what I….ah..been too long,” and I smiled, knowing I had disrupted his ability to speak already.  I nibbled on his ear, twirled my tongue inside it, made a slight sucking sound that made him gasp, and whispered, “I need you inside me.”